JunkieLoserFreakCelebrity

6/27/24

Junkie Boy,
flailing in a field across the street.
Loser Freak,
it’s midnight in mystique.
Hands up, Celebrity.
No heroes, no royals —
just disappointment.

Take to bed the people on your screen
but when you turn it off,
who's reflecting?
A farewell tour in your head,
the helicopter ladder takes your hand
as you fly away from a sea of fans,
you wake up from the wet dream.

And you wonder, Loverboy, where
it all went wrong.
And you think, Prettyfreak, how
long is this trip?
You yell and you scream,
but nobody comes
cause all you got
is a journal and a joint
with all these ideas, until,

you break.